I felt ridiculous needing to sit in the car while my mother picked up my medical marijuana. I was nineteen years old, and I had a medical condition that allowed me to use medical marijuana, but I couldn’t go into the medical marijuana dispensary and purchase it. I had to let my mom purchase it for me. To be honest, it was my anger issues that made it necessary for me to use medical marijuana. I had a lot of anxieties that showed up as anger. I couldn’t control my emotions and I would get angry and several times I tried to hurt a family member or another student in school. I hadn’t been to class in nearly a year, and yet I was doing better. My mother had been homeschooling me the entire time. As long as i didn’t need to deal with everyday life, I was doing well. Not being able to go into the marijuana dispensary was putting my anxieties onto high alert, and my mom told me that if I couldn’t behave myself, she would have my dad pick up my medicine. I wasn’t sure she would make me stay home, but I didn’t like the threat. I needed to get out of the house, or I was afraid of what I would do. I knew that as long as I used my medical marijuana as prescribed, I could hang out with my friends in my home. I could go shopping and even sit down in a restaurant without making a spectacle of myself. I was glad I could get medical marijuana, but I hated not being old enough to purchase it for myself.